He was the bulliest man in the mountains, pard! He could run faster, jump higher, hit harder, and hold more tangle-foot whisky without spilling it than any man in seventeen counties.

Put that in, pard--it'll please the boys more than anything you could say.

And you can say, pard, that he never shook his mother." "Never shook his mother ?" "That's it--any of the boys will tell you so." "Well, but why should he shake her ?" "That's what I say--but some people does." "Not people of any repute ?" "Well, some that averages pretty so-so." "In my opinion the man that would offer personal violence to his own mother, ought to--" "Cheese it, pard; you've banked your ball clean outside the string.
What I was a drivin' at, was, that he never throwed off on his mother -- don't you see?
No indeedy.

He give her a house to live in, and town lots, and plenty of money; and he looked after her and took care of her all the time; and when she was down with the small-pox I'm d---d if he didn't set up nights and nuss her himself! Beg your pardon for saying it, but it hopped out too quick for yours truly.
"You've treated me like a gentleman, pard, and I ain't the man to hurt your feelings intentional.

I think you're white.